My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) by Demiah13

Avery’s pov

no meat

I stood in the meat aisle, eyeing the chicken and raw beef. I licked my lips, itching to grab them. The strange craving had me stumbling back a bit and looking around as if I were a child who had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Of course no one knew my thoughts but I somehow still felt….disgusting to crave raw meat.

I shook my head, eyeing the meat weirdly and began to strut away. But then I am unable to shake off the strange craving and find myself going back to the beef and chicken.

I bit my lower lip, looking around me as if I was doing something wrong and grab the chicken and beef. My mouth watered as I quickly went to checkout.

Back in my dorm room, I am seated on my bed, glaring at the packages of raw meat. The urge to tear through the package and stuff my face was overwhelming and my fingers itch to do exactly that.

“This is crazy,” I whispered to myself, running a shaky hand through my hair. The meat had blood on it, raw blood, and somehow the sight made my mouth water even more. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered.

Was it stress causing this? A bug?

was definitely off with

then stop. I bit my tongue. One bite couldn’t hurt. It’s just meat. Raw uncooked

logically my nails were tearing through the package. I watch in an almost trance as the plastic tear and expose the bloody uncooked chicken. I breathed in, the scent somehow making my belly

this was a terrible disgusting idea. It was raw meat! Yet, as I looked at it my

thoughts and picked up the cold chicken, gripping the slippery

and then sunk my teeth into the slippery texture. The first taste was strange, however, when

It tasted so good!

drop the meat and open my eyes in shock. Horrified I lift my hand and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then stare at

tremble. What the hell

away, swallowed, and then looked back at the meat. Just one more taste. One more. I picked it up again and then before

so hungry. So, so

blood. And looked more delicious. I moaned

done. However, my craving had not subsided and I wanted nothing more but to go to

disposed of my horrifying craving in the trash. The last thing I want is for Melissa to come here and eye me like I am a weirdo for eating

before Melissa came here. I blinked, rubbing my stomach as it growled in hunger, and sat back